Chapter 80: Shamelessness-He Became the Devoted Second Male Lead in a Female-Centric Cultivation Novel(Tubilalu)

Jiang Yan rolled his eyes and said, “Big Sister, can’t we just be strong-willed and not fall under your charm spell?”

Xiaobai bared his teeth and meowed at Fox Lady No. 3, “Meow meow meow…” That’s right, you’re not even as fragrant as Big Yellow!

Qi Yu, meanwhile, declared seriously, “I… I don’t like women.”

Pfft—

Jiang Yan was inwardly shaken. Could it be that Qi Yu had a preference for men? No wonder he wasn’t affected by Fox Lady No. 3’s enchantment!

He quietly took a step further from Qi Yu.

At that moment, the little short dragon came over, rubbing his sleepy eyes and yawning, with Black Flower following obediently behind like a little lackey.

“Yawn, why did I just fall asleep? Did you guys take care of that ugly fox demon?” the little short dragon asked, puzzled.

Jiang Yan couldn’t help but retort with a tone full of disdain, “You have the nerve to ask? If you weren’t napping at the crucial moment, what were you doing?”

The little dragon scratched his nose awkwardly and explained, “Well, her weird scent was just too effective as a sleep aid. I couldn’t resist.”

Hearing this exchange, Fox Lady No. 3 was furious. Especially that dragon—how dare he say her alluring fragrance had a soporific effect?

This was a complete desecration of the charm scent her fox clan had passed down for thousands of years!

“It’s clearly a charm scent! How could it make you sleepy?” she retorted angrily, her eyes practically spitting fire.

Jiang Yan pointed his sword at her. “Big Sister, now’s not the time to discuss the effects of aromatherapy, is it? Aren’t you going to be honest and tell us what’s really going on with Dream Street?”

“Hahaha, want to know? Too bad—I’m not going to tell you,” Fox Lady No. 3 said smugly, as if she held some grand secret.

“Oh, fine then. As an evil demon like you, it’s time to head west.”

Jiang Yan’s tone turned cold as he decisively swung his sword, severing Fox Lady No. 3’s head.

Her eyes were wide with disbelief—clearly, she hadn’t expected Jiang Yan to act so quickly.

“I only spared her for a moment so she could answer our questions, but since she’s so eager to get to the underworld, I’ll oblige her,” Jiang Yan said lightly.

“Well done, Second Young Master. This demoness even harmed her own kind—she was evil to the core.”

“Let’s go check on Baitao and the others.”

Jiang Yan walked over to them, only to see their eyes still vacant as they stood there woodenly—more like wooden figures than wooden figures themselves.

“I think they’ll need some special means to wake up,” he remarked.

Jiang Yan already knew what those special means were, but he didn’t want to do it himself.

He turned his gaze toward Black Flower, who stood behind the little dragon. “Momo, since you woke up the little dragon, why don’t you wake them too?”

Black Flower’s two leaves trembled as if hesitating. “Uh… is that really okay?”

The little dragon was curious too. “How did you wake me up anyway?”

He remembered clearly—when he blearily opened his eyes, all he saw was Black Flower’s pitch-black face.

“Dragon Lord, I just kept calling you non-stop until you woke up. My throat was almost smoking!” Black Flower thought, at least Jiang Yan and the others were busy fighting the fox demon and didn’t see what happened on his end.

Jiang Yan glanced at Black Flower. Still so timid. Though, he was curious—where exactly was Black Flower’s throat?

“All right, Momo, go ahead and wake them up. This is an important task for you. Didn’t you say you’re very useful?” Jiang Yan encouraged.

Hearing Jiang Yan’s words, Black Flower had no choice but to pluck up his courage. “I’ll use a different method to wake them. Hopefully, they won’t blame me.”

“Don’t worry, little one. You’re waking up the Young Master and the others for their own good. They’ll be grateful to you,” Qi Yu assured him.

Encouraged, Black Flower nodded, gathered his courage, and climbed up Baitao’s pants to perch firmly on his shoulder.

A series of rhythmic slapping sounds echoed through the air.

Pa! Pa! Pa!

Baitao’s cheeks were nowhere near as thick-skinned as the little dragon’s. After over a dozen slaps, his face was flushed red.

After more than twenty slaps, clarity finally returned to his eyes, and he staggered back a step.

Seeing he was awake, Black Flower stopped his actions.

Baitao rubbed his aching cheek in confusion. “What happened to me?”

“You were under the fox demon’s charm. I woke you up—you don’t have to thank me too much. I still have to wake up the others,” Black Flower said proudly, hopping down and striding off.

“Momo, thank you so much!” Baitao said sincerely.

“You’re welcome!”

With that, Black Flower ran to the other disciples and continued his tireless “awakening mission.”

In his heart, Jiang Yan was deeply impressed by Black Flower. Though he had no face, the term “thick-skinned” suited him perfectly!

“Ahem…” Jiang Yan fake-coughed twice, drawing Baitao’s gaze from confusion to clarity.

Baitao asked nervously, “Jiang Yan, are you all right? What happened to Fox Lady No. 3?”

The little dragon, stepping on the demoness’s severed head, boasted, “Of course we took care of her!”

“You’re all amazing!” Baitao praised.

Jiang Yan studied the little dragon’s face. Indeed, another thick-skinned one!

Pa! Pa! Pa!

The rhythmic sound of slapping continued to echo in the air.

Soon, the other disciples were all awakened by Black Flower.

They also thanked Black Flower. To be able to slap people to his heart’s content and still get thanked for it—only Black Flower could pull that off!

Having completed his mission with pride, Black Flower ran back to Xiaobai, climbed onto his back, and hugged his neck tightly.

The disciples who had come to their senses, upon learning that Fox Lady No. 3 had been slain by Jiang Yan and Qi Yu, all expressed their gratitude. “Second Young Master, Senior Brother, thank you for saving us!”

They all knew that had the fox demon not been dealt with, those bewitched by her enchantment would have been in grave danger.

Xiaobai meowed discontentedly, “Meow meow meow…” What about me!

“Yes, yes, and Junior Brother Xiaobai—thank you for saving us!” the disciples chorused, somehow understanding his cat speech and expressing their thanks to the feline swordsman.

Jiang Yan waved his hand. “Let’s go back to the Osmanthus Tower. I know someone who went in there.”

With Fox Lady No. 3 dead, the barrier over Dream Street vanished—Jiang Yan guessed she was behind it.

“Agreed, let’s go back,” Baitao said approvingly.

So, the group headed toward the Osmanthus Tower.

In the dark night, Dream Street was quiet and still. Only Xiaobai’s heterochromatic eyes glowed like two small lanterns, lighting the path ahead.